Random girl on the phone: “So he was all like: ‘yeah, when I kissed you I felt something inside of me that I’d never felt before.’”
My brain: “THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!”
Real mature.
Happiness. 25 March, 2009
Class schedules for Fall Semester unofficially went online today, which means that I get to engage in my favorite activity: planning my classes! There is just something so wonderful and good about flipping forward a few months in Google Calendar and creating new entries and figuring out which combination of classes work the best together. My schedule is a little more jam-packed than I wanted it to be (as of now), and I still haven’t figured out my coaching internship stuff that I need to do in the fall (since–fingers crossed–I’ll be doing grad school interviews during the winter).
However, as I was perusing the different classes offered in the Psychology department, I remembered that I wanted to take Developmental Child Psych from Flom, if possible. I got into the listing for it, and what to my marveling eyes should appear? Not Flom’s name.
Oh no.
Dr. H is teaching it instead.
I may or may not have squealed in happiness right in the middle of Abnormal Psych.
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Speaking of Dr. H, I was in the Testing Center today slaving away on another Primate test. For one question, I mentioned incest for some odd reason and I started to have the dialog from this go around in my head (the scene in question starts at about 3:00 and goes until 3:40, but watch the whole thing, plus the other 3 parts, plus the other plays they do. It’s hysterical.):
I may or may not have started giggling in the middle of the TC. And there may have been a certain boy a couple rows over whom I may or may not have gone on a date with over three years ago, and haven’t spoken to since. The TC was really empty.
It Takes All Kinds . . . 6 March, 2009
I pulled up an Incognito window in Chrome, and this is the warning (the bold part is my favorite):
Going incognito doesn’t affect the behavior of other people, servers, or software. Be wary of:
- Websites that collect or share information about you
- Internet service providers or employers that track the pages you visit
- Malicious software that tracks your keystrokes in exchange for free smileys
- Surveillance by secret agents
- People standing behind you
Learn more about incognito browsing.
Wow.
Decorating the Christmas Tree, Part II. 2 December, 2008
Twinkle, twinkle, little . . . star?
This may or may not be a star. In the corners, you can see the lovely George Washington ornament and the Declaration of Independence.
Tasty.
Oh, look! A petrified bell-shaped cookie. Carbon dating will be the best technique to determine the age of it.
Meow!
To go with the giant stuffed Santas. Again, because decorations come in pairs when there are twins in the household, we have two of these beasts.
SOMEone needs to lay off the pie (and I'm not talking about the angel or the dog).
Then the third child comes along, and ornaments start coming in THREES. Because two giant stuffed naked angels on your tree just isn’t enough!
Stars are a common theme.
Don’t you love the matching tree loop? It has STARS on it! I think Suzy did this one.
Star of wonder . . .
This is a different Star of David. Again, we Taylors are equal opportunity holiday celebrators.
It's the Cheesiest!
No Christmas tree is complete without a Macaroni Wreath.
Umm . . . what?
I’m not sure how this relates to Christmas, nor why we hand it on the tree. I asked Mom about it but I had no idea what she was even talking about.
Ahhhh!
There is more than one of this. AHHHH!
Decorating the Christmas Tree. 29 November, 2008
When we were little, the Christmas ornament rule was simple: if you can glue a string or stick a hook in it, it can go on the tree.
- This doesn’t even have a Christmas tree on it, for heaven’s sake!
This is why we have Flounder (from “The Little Mermaid”) on the tree.
- Oh, Flounder. How festive you look!
We used to have these giant brown balls, covered in I-don’t-even-know, that we hung every year until I finally threw them away last year. I wish I had taken a picture of them, because they were quite disgusting.
- This needs to be chucked, too. I think it’s an apple.
But seriously, you should see the random things we have on our tree.
- Ah ha ha ha!
We experimented with lightbulb reindeer one year in a girl scout meeting. This was the result (as are the next two pictures).
- Buckteeth and mismatched antlers.
Wait for it . . .
- Dude, those cookies got me SO STONED, man.
It’s a good thing we weren’t, like, high or anything when we made these. Imagine the damage.
- Sacrilege, anyone?
Yes, we hang a sacrament cup on our tree. We have for years. Mom won’t let me throw it away. Got it as a part of some Primary activity, along with a fish, a star, and a present.
- One of two Stars of David that hang on the tree.
We Taylors celebrate ALL holidays here.
- Harrrrrk!
I’m not sure when this lovely pirate angel was made, but Laura did an amazing job with it.
- Recurring theme.
When you have twin older sisters, decorations seem to come in pairs. Because everyone needs two giant stuffed Santas on their tree.
I will leave you with this:
- Ahhh!
Now go get festive!
